What if one day I wake up at 2am, and all I could feel are the cold sheets pressed on my bare skin, and nothing more but the deafening sound of your absence.
The room feels a lot colder, my bed a little more wider, and my heart - less alive, less beating.
I'll wonder how many hours had passed while I was sleeping, only to realize later that it doesn't really mater. Because at that point I'll be awake, and somehow I'll regret waking up in such a depressing hour.
It's cruel, you know. How you kept breaking me every night, without knowing how much destroyed I already am.
That's when I realized, that's the thing about you; You've always been sadistic.
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